We are AlCan official. Many, many people drive the AlCan, but it seems like the rite of passage only comes by doing three things: First, you must take your picture by the sign. That’s easy. Second, you must get a flat tire. We took care of that in Destruction Bay. And lastly, you must getContinue reading “Glacier Glass and the end of the AlCan”
The AlCan roads continued to be positively lunar, the way back every bit as murderously potholed as the way up. With each bounce and jostle, Miracle winced in pain and I apologized—to her, to the bus, to Jolene, to the cars stacked up behind us. At least we had some good seats.
I noticed the engine acting a little funny when we pulled into Anchorage a couple weeks ago; it would diesel when I shut it off and when I turned it on, it took a few cranks to turn over. Our ever-trusty hometown VW guru, Norm, said it might be points. Fortunately, before heading north onContinue reading “Tok: Tim, Maria, and Randy”
We made it to Alaska. The Alaska trekker has a bible called The Milepost. It is a guidebook that outlines mile-by-mile the routes through and around the most northern reaches of North America. Some things to note about The Milepost: